312days until
Calendar's End

To my Parents

    A gust of wind my mind 
becomes as blown across 
a moor
My random thought-full 
crosses England-west to 
east and south to north.
I rustle through the dark
brown heather of ages 
old unbroken land, some 
of me is splashing waves 
against the hard-packed 
Cornwall sand.
    I came from North 
America and crossed 
the lonely sea.
Sights and sounds of my 
own home I carried 
here with me.
Full circle I will come 
someday home safe 
and soon and sound
with the fragrance of 
the world to share 
with family- all around.
    I want to bring it all back 
brick by bricks and 
tree by trees
but my hands can't lift, 
my legs can't carry only 
my mind is like the breeze.
Thank-you Dad and mom
 for everything; I love you 
more than I can show
The only way 
to give my love; 
one day I will come home.
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The Bridge

posted May 20, 2009 11:48 AM by David Storlie   [ updated Aug 23, 2010 11:16 AM ]
I'm still
holding
my breath over
that bridge

drowning resistance
swallowing
shallows of those
longing waves

steel girders above
my vitals inflexible swell
though harsh gusts
and the rivers influence

I'm still
holding
my breath.

rush the damp 
of my skin
I will emerge above
those cold waters

under the bridge
I can't seem to breathe
to fill these lungs
I'm still holding my breath.

 

 

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